Following a fake monk, a fake teacher and glorifying them as “Buddha” and all that. By doing that, you will also have a forever-hell karma, because you are insulting the real Buddha. They are just normal and simple and ugly and sinful and very low level, and you compare them to the Buddhas, then you’re doing a very great sinful deed to yourself, and harming yourself. I’m telling you all the truth. I’m not afraid of offending anybody, because if I am offending them, they also deserve it. Because they are not worthy to be called a Buddha. Not at all! […] Anything they just imagine, or see some Astral, green light, and then think that’s the Buddha’s Light. No, no, no, it’s not that easy.
Because if it’s that easy, the Buddha would have conquered the whole world while He was alive. I would have the whole world as my disciples, all these decades already, but I don’t. Because I’m too strict. If anybody doesn’t keep the precepts, I truly have to ask them to go. Trần Tâm is one of them. He violated the precepts, that’s why I kicked him out. And then he came out and continued his wicked way, abusing my name all these years. I did not know, because I did not imagine. I was a very naive person. I could not imagine such evil exists, such a shameless one exists, calling himself my successor. Who gave him that title?
“Testimony by a former victim of Ruma Trần Tâm: Respected Master and dear Supreme Master Television team, It has been 32 years since I received the initiation from Master. Today, I would like to testify to Master’s words about the demon Trần Tâm. I have kept this story secret for many decades because he said, ‘The reputation of the messenger is in your hands.’
In 1996, when he returned to Âu Lạc (Vietnam) posing as a Quan Yin messenger, I participated in Master’s teaching group. At that time, I was just 20 years old. In the middle of the night, he called me into his private room and same-sex sexually assaulted me. I was mentally devastated because I thought a Master’s messenger should be a noble saint, but he committed such a dreadful mundane act. However, because of my absolute faith in Master, I acted as if nothing had happened and continued working in the teaching group for Master. And many times after that, he did the same thing to me and instructed me not to speak out.
Regarding his claim that Master passed the succession to him, it was due to a phrase he took from Master’s poem “My Will” which included his name: ‘This world has nothing to offer me... (Rời cõi trần tâm...)’”
(Master Note: It was just ONE OF MY POEMS, nothing to do with him, “trần tâm” here or anywhere written small, normal not like a name, means: only the mundane, worldly realm, this world. If it’s a name, must write it in capitals [Tr… Ta…]!! I never sent him to Âu Lạc [Vietnam] to be a Quan Yin messenger; married person with kid and wife can’t have this position, only monk or nun can be thus. He is truly a FRAUD; acting like he did is illegal too!!! He never asked me about this. No one ever told me about this name with all involved mess!!)
(My Will Poem written by Supreme Master Ching Hai [vegan] in 1979, in Germany Originally in English. Translated by the editors From the poetry collection “The Lost Memories” Printed by Jiahuang Printing Company in Taiwan [Formosa]
M said: This poem was written when She was still in the world, engaged in Germany, long before she left home to search for Enlightenment. No one knew this poem before She became known as Supreme Master Ching Hai – not related at all to Her work before and after that. Least of all to a fake-for-profit like Trần Tâm!!!!! He used it to manipulate innocent, vulnerable people by his evil intention!!!)
“If I die tomorrow, All my properties become yours. You are my next of kin, No one else in the whole world!
Here I write my will, My hands trembling, my heart thrilled! Mr. So and So... by this name Heir of the inheritance. Fingerprints on everything I possess, Left behind with anguished passion.
Here is a list of my property: A few decent clothes, a safe empty, Poems and books, never once published, No diamond, less any jewelry!
But important are my poems! Please darling, keep all of them. It’s for you that they are made, From sleepless nights and broken dreams!
You can be sure then, I am happy. Leaving this world, my heart has no attaching regret (*original) This world has nothing to offer me, (*note that there is no Trần Tâm in the original English poem version) Since the day you left; Life, crawling toward death valley.
I know, it’s crazy and useless, It’s nonsense and foolish, I know! But my heart, my very heart, Also belongs to you!...
You can keep it with the inheritance, If I die tomorrow, if I die soon, What’s the difference, one day more or one year less? Who cares if I die tomorrow or if I die soon?...”
This and many more poems by Supreme Master Ching Hai (vegan) are free for download at SupremeMasterTV.com/Poems & SMCHBooks.com
I never knew I had any successor yet, up to now. I wish I could have half of one, half of a disciple, half of a successor, then I would be more proud. If I have a real, whole successor, I would be happy, sitting pretty. I would retire, go out and go around sightseeing, go be a tourist or go to the Himalayas, doing nothing, meditating. Take care of myself instead.
And nowadays, having a Buddha title, all kinds of Buddha titles given to me, I don’t even have a home. I don’t even have an attendant to help me with my food, for example. So don’t be envious that I am a Buddha or anything like that, because I will get more trouble only. I don’t gain anything from telling you that I am a Buddha. But if it encourages you more in your faith, then I’m happy. It’s just not my intention to announce that to the world. It’s just God forced me. It was time to tell, so I had to. It’s truly like that. God is everywhere, Buddha is everywhere. So if I tell a lie, I will die horribly. I will go to hell. That much you have to know.
I don’t want any gain or anything from the world. I want nothing, and God knows that. I just want to help you, to liberate you, because hell is… there are no words to describe it. You say it’s horrible, terrible. That’s nothing – it’s not enough to describe hell. Just imagine if you are in a very dark cell of a prison, and the prison guard beats you all day, all night, or burns you again, again and again. Imagine that. So at least it’s like a 1% description of hell. You can be hungry, you can be thirsty, but you have nothing. Nobody gives you anything. And if somebody has magical power, they can go in there, but I doubt it. In some hells, you can go in, but you can never go out. That is called “relentless hell,” Avīci. That means relentless hell, forever hell. Nobody can get out of it, and nobody can get in.
Suppose somebody as magically great as Maudgalyayana, as magically great as Him, can go to see His mother in hell. Even if that person feeds you food, it will become burning coal. Burning red coal that will burn your body from your tongue all the way down to wherever it can go. So you’ll be thirsty, hungry, but you can never eat. And you can never stop being hungry and thirsty.
Imagine in this world, when you’re so hungry and you’re so thirsty and you can’t eat – imagine that 10,000 times more. Then you will know the suffering in hell. That is some of the hells. Not to talk about the devils will poke you, pinch you, slam you, slice you, cut you into pieces, and then you become whole again, and then they do the same thing again: cut you again, slice you again, spear you again. Imagine all that. If you really like the scenery, please continue eating animal-people meat, continue partaking in the murder of the innocent beings, like cow- and pig- and goat- and dog- and cat-people, whoever not, fish- and duck- and chicken-people. Continue eating them so that you can go to your “favorite” housing, residence, in that relentless hell, and let people treat you the same like you treat the animal-people. Oh my God!
I think maybe it’s enough for now of that sadness. I want to tell you something nice, which I originally intended to. I normally stopped coughing already, and then I had to do some of the shows, for which karma I have to cover – cover for the people in the show, and the karma of benefiting all beings through that show, etc... Ah, I cannot tell you all about how things work with our Supreme Master Television! I have to see animal-people and the animal-people’s suffering pains me too. And then too much sympathy, too much oneness with them, and I cough again. But it’s not too bad, very little now compared to before. Being a Master and coughing, that’s normal, it’s famous.
When I was in one of the ashrams of the Master Thakar Singh Ji, His attendant, a female, she asked me, “Oh, You’re not coughing yet?” I was surprised, why did she ask me such a thing? And now I know. Now I know. You can never stop learning. Not because you are a Master, you don’t learn. You continue to learn because the Universe has so many things and so much pain, you can’t get away from it. Not because you don’t know all that in advance already, it’s just that you take it out only when you need. Not like learning, but like taking out money from the bank whenever you need. You don’t carry the whole big millions of dollars in your pocket all the time. You take it out only when you need, as much as you need.
OK, I’ll tell you good things then, I mean some nice things in the wilderness. I went out to take some photographs of new flowers. Maybe you will see them soon. And one day, a week before, or maybe more than a week ago, I saw the Sun coming out from the leaves. Not coming out, but you can see sometimes He flips out among the thick leaves of the forest. So I went in to take the camera, and I said, “Sun, I’m going to take Your photograph now. Can You just stay still or be big, be bright and all that for me?” Then He did. Sometimes He did, sometimes not. And I intended just to take the brightness. I hoped He could show like last time. But this time, just brightness and just one layer of like a round rainbow around the Sun. But some of the scenery I took, there’s no Sun. I just see the buttons, many buttons on the photographs. If I can find them, I will let them put them on the screen for you to look.
Master’s caption-note: “Message from the King of The Sun in ‘native language’”
And today, just today, because the Sun was right in front of me, so I grabbed a camera and I took some photographs. Some are very bright, not as special like last time, with many rings of rainbow within the Sun and without the Sun. But just the Sun, very bright and one layer of brightness outside the Sun, just like a circle around the Sun with a fine light. And, one photograph with that and with many buttons as well. I mean really a button, like the button you put on your shirt. And I asked Him, “Why is that? What are these buttons for?” He said, “It’s a special Sun-language, our simple, quiet language. We don’t speak loud. Sometimes we use images to talk.”
“The beginning of the loving messages from the King of The SUN, some ‘buttons’ begin to form: ‘Your Precious Divine is safe within this protected forest, full of Blessing and Love’”
Many buttons – quite a few photographs with buttons. And today also buttons, some buttons came also with the bright Sun.
“The continuing Message from The King of The Sun; more clear buttons”
“The final part of the message from the King of The Sun: ‘not to worry’”
Imagine that. This never happened before. I took many photographs of the Sun, sometimes with a beautiful rainbow around it, and brightness or not, or some were special, like with many stars. When the Sun was around on my window, there were many stars. When He came to visit me in my retreat in another place, before the wilderness, there was another place. So, this time there were so many buttons.
It’s the first time in my life that I’ve taken photographs of the Sun, that the buttons came out, but so clearly. You can see it’s buttons. There’s nothing else. You cannot mistake it for anything else. “Well, what are the buttons for?” He said to me, “That’s to tell You it is safe. It’s safe for You here.” That’s all, the buttons. So I thought, “Oh, yeah, of course. When you wear your clothes, you button up, then you are safe. You are like protected from the elements.” So I thank Him a lot. What a kind King of the Sun, what a kind people.
I forgot one detail last time when we were talking about the Sun – my first talk with the King. I asked, “The Sun is so hot like that, how can you go through it?” He said, “No, we have material to preserve, to build a craft that won’t burn. We have that technique.” That’s what He said.
Photo Caption: TKU Heaven and Earth for Loving Us
